Another ultra-superstitious contemporary of W.G. Grace was Frederick Robert Spofforth, the great "Demon Bowler" who did more than anyone else to establish Australia's cricketing worth in the hearts and minds of the British public.
Although he had about him a rather haughty and obnoxious air, Spofforth was really quite anxious and highly-strung. Ranji, Felix, Lilley and R.H. Lyttelton have all recounted how he would stay up late into the night and fret over the next day's batting army. Not even today's Australians, sticklers for preparation that they are, give as much thought to working out an opponent as he did.
For all his contradictory blend of self-confidence and anxiety, however, he had the strangest and most amusing of superstitions, and whether or not it really was one is debatable.
"Spoff has got a new plan today," Billy Murdoch, his bosom pal and captain, would announce, "and says it will come alright provided he does not meet a cross-eyed woman."
If, as was seldom the case, Spofforth's plan did not come to fruition, his explanation would be simple: "Well, you know, I met a cross-eyed woman, and what could I do after that?"